Littlefinger was no threat to anyone. A clever, smiling, genial man, everyone’s friend, always able to find whatever gold the king or his hand required, and yet of such undistinguished birth, one step from a hedge knight, he was not a man to fear. He had no banners to call, no army of retainers, no great stronghold, no holdings to speak of, no prospects of a great marriage.
Vintage prosthesis finished!
Wish I had more of these old types to work on….
Currently rebuilding and refurbishing an ‘above albow’, leather/polyurethane, mechanical prosthesis and appendage.
My leather hand stitching skills are a bit rusty at 8am in a morning btw. I haven’t been self harming or wrestling wolverines….that’s next week!!